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The Machine Stops
They were not fighting now. Only the whispers remained, and the little whimpering groans. They...
In the Beginning was the Command Line
The analogy between cars and operating systems is not half bad, and so let me run with it for a...
To Those Who Follow in Our Wake
I. Truly, I live in dark times! An artless word is foolish. A smooth forehead Points to...
The Machine Stops
For a moment Vashti felt lonely. Then she generated the light, and the sight of her room, flooded...
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